Tristan did not show any mercy.
The sharp table knife pierced Zone's palm and landed on the table.
"Ah!"
Zone screamed in pain.
Colin abruptly stood up, overturned the tableware, and roared, "Tristan! What the fuck are you doing?"
Tristan picked up the napkin, wiped the blood stained on his hands, and said with a smile, "Colin, didn't you say that you let us solve these problems by ourselves? Don't you remember it? You old man."
Colin was furious. He roared, "Come in!"
The moment Colin's voice sounded, the door of the private room was kicked open. Several men rushed into the private room. They were all arranged by Colin. Besides, there were many people in the corridor outside the room.
The scene outside shocked Quercia. She immediately said, "Mr. Thomas, what do you mean? Are you trying to cause trouble in my hotel?"